mourn
hotel room of doom
i can't find a clue
confusion, broken hearted woe
sheets and pillows soaked
my telephone seems broken
i'm calling crucified
blacklisted no reply
be my eyes
stole my sight
but not my heart
i miss my 2nd home
(your) adopted son doth mourn
sermon served in praise
in a sacred empty space
pit no ones sorrows against your own
seven days in vain
the last three spent enflamed (in prayer)
i stand crucified
as they're stricken blind
be my eyes
stole my sight
but not my heart
mising the lone state home
my blood runs cold
i mourn
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